I've used up every tissue I can find scrunched up
On my bedroom floor; the ones under my bed,
From the fathoms of my coat pockets,
The ones from the depths of my handbag -
Smeared with lipstick.
Yet through my blocked and ever-running nose
I can still smell onion on my hands.
Backwards, it says, "Snow, I know",
Or, more pertinently, "It's 'no', I know".
Forwards,
My excuse for tears.
Beautiful xxx
ReplyDeleteHey Thanks Luce xox
ReplyDeleteIt's funny what spills out of you when you meant to write something else entirely.
Love your autumn leaves shots.
Your photos are amazing.. I wonder what you made of the ones from the SILO gig?